The mother of a family should look upon her housekeeping and the planning of meals as a scientific occupation.

Traditions are a common part of our lives. They can be good, and not all traditions are wrong, but sometimes they can take the joy out of life.

Who’s my hero? That’s a great question… Well, I think my dad is my hero, because he’s someone I look up to every day.

I cannot remember a moment in my life when I have not felt the love of my family. We were a family that would have killed for each other – and we still are.

Probably because I’m from a middle class family, I have that nature in me that I don’t get too excited with big things.

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

My husband and I had to raise five of my younger brothers and sisters. They lived with us. We sent them to school.

My mother encouraged me to be artistic. It was written in a contract at an early age that I would be an artist.

My mother is from another time – the funniest person to her is Lucille Ball; that’s what she loves. A lot of times she tells me she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I know if I wasn’t her son and she was flipping through the TV and saw me, she would just keep going.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

I actually feel more of a woman because I feel like I’m being smart about my choices, and I’m putting my family first, and I’m in charge of my life and my health. I think that’s what makes a woman complete.

My mother is a singer, my sisters all sing, my uncles are incredible singers and guitar players, so it’s just kind of been like my habitat.

The way I try to represent my family and coaches, I think all are characteristics the league aspires to portray. That’s just who I am.

Treat your children like the blessings they are or don’t have them at all.

People have told me, ‚You shouldn’t bring your daughter onto the podium, ‚cause it’s the workplace,‘ and things like that. But I’m not gonna really listen to that. I’m gonna do what I think is fun for me and my family, and everything’ll be all right.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

I always wanted a family.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

The one thing I want to leave my children is an honorable name.

My children love Maleficent’s voice, so they always make me do it at home.

I like to think my dad was easygoing and kind, and I think some of those things have been passed down. I am like him in a sense of being positive and hopeful. He was compassionate, and I’ve got a lot of that in me as well.

I’m blessed to have such a tight-knit family that we can talk about anything. Whether we talk frequently or not, since we’re on separate ends of the country, there are a lot of moving parts, and we always stay tight and find that center ground that keeps us together.

I come from a family of 12, so I kind of got a little lost as a child.

My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

When I was growing up, I wanted to adopt, because I was aware there were kids that didn’t have parents.

When I was younger, I was testing myself and questioning everything, but now it’s less about that and more about these are the years of my life with my family.

My mom is American, so I was raised in her household in my formative years.

I guess you could say I devoted myself so strongly to my music that for awhile I forgot about my family. But I only get one set of parents, and I think I forgot about that for a little while.

All the learnin‘ my father paid for was a bit o‘ birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.

Children make your life important.

I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep, I have to sing ‚Maria‘ from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring, I hang up.

My mother did not like children.

I’ve always wanted a baby.

The list of U.S. vetoes at the Security Council to protect Israeli aggression and occupation is huge.

The Sabbath provides a wonderful opportunity to strengthen family ties.

My mother and my father have been married 50 years, and he’s just started to understand that something’s wrong with the system. He accepted the whole thing, you see. Yet this industrious kind of engagement didn’t bring him the success, according to American terms, that he wanted. I was probably affected by this very much. In fact, I know I was.

My father wasn’t a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher – one of those Victorians, hard as iron – but my dad was tough enough.

My problem was my inability to spend much time at home. I thought my family was secure, so I went running around everyplace else. I guess I had more of an effect on other people’s kids than I did my own.

We will invest in our people, quality education, job opportunity, family, neighborhood, and yes, a thing we call America.

I’m just wanting to make the proper breakfast and keep the house. That’s my passion. At the request of my kids, I’m taking cooking classes. As I go to sleep at night, I think, ‚Did I do a great job as a mom, or was that an average day?‘

As I get older, I tend to put more into family than I used to.

When you are young, you cannot imagine being disabled. You imagine you would conquer it somehow. As I’ve got older, I can imagine it; I can see how life narrows in. I feel compassion for my mother now.

Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

When I cook for my family on Christmas, I make feijoada, a South American dish of roasted and smoked meats like ham, pork, beef, lamb, and bacon – all served with black beans and rice. It’s festive but different.

I listen to my mother, and that keeps me out of trouble. I’m a good son.

My mother, my grandmother, my uncles would play Ethiopian artists like Aster Aweke and Mulatu Astatke all the time in the house.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends.

Upon the farm of the uncle with whom I lived, we did know of the mortgage as some dreadful damper on youthful hopes of things that could not be bought. I do have a vivid recollection that the major purpose of a farm was to produce a living right on the spot for the family.

My parents taught me service – not by saying, but by doing. That was my culture, the culture of my family.

As a father and now a grandfather to three wonderful grandchildren, I know how magical the first year of a child’s life is but also how much hard work it takes. Being able to spend as much time as possible with your loved ones is absolutely vital, especially early on.

My kids always perceived the bathroom as a place where you wait it out until all the groceries are unloaded from the car.

Once you have six children, you’re committed.

My mother was an Earth Mother and the nicest person in the world.

My dad was like a stage mother he always pushed me to do what I wanted.

My father moved to Hawaii from Brooklyn and my mother came there as a child from the Philippines. They met at a show where my dad was playing percussion. My mom was a hula dancer.

To me, the black black woman is our essential mother, the blacker she is the more us she is and to see the hatred that is turned on her is enough to make me despair, almost entirely, of our future as a people.

In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.

When I get up and work out, I’m working out just as much for my girls as I am for me, because I want them to see a mother who loves them dearly, who invests in them, but who also invests in herself. It’s just as much about letting them know as young women that it is okay to put yourself a little higher on your priority list.